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It worries me a bit when things are quiet at work, but I'm going to just count my blessings for it and catch up on paperwork.

[Filtered to Lorne]

Guess what was waiting for me when I got to the Hub this morning?

That would be your latest package. Dr. Jackson must had paid a fortune to get it here so quickly.

The blanket is going right on my bed when I get home tonight, and I love the pictures. (I will admit to tucking that one of you in the astronaut's uniform into my breast pocket.)

For what it's worth, you're not a dick. I've never thought that.

So, tell me about the umbrella.

[ooc: adult-contenty. la la la.]

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[Private to Ianto]

Seeing the stars from my balcony...

Come to think of it, there's very little that doesn't make me think of you.

[Private to Lorne]

Even the unpleasant things are made more bearable because once they're done I can talk to you again.

[Private to Ianto]

You're like the light at the end of the tunnel. No matter what I'm dealing with, talking to you always makes me smile.

[Private to Lorne]

When you say things like that I don't know how to answer out loud. I just want to show you.

[Private to Ianto]

I wish you could.

How would you show me?

[Private to Lorne]

The usual ways. I'd kiss you and hold you and make love with you.

I never realized how much I like being touched until I went without it for so long. And now I just . . . yearn for it.

[Private to Ianto]

I never realized how much I miss being touched until I couldn't touch you. I think that I would be perfectly content if I could do nothing more than hold you.

[Private to Lorne]

Yes. Yes, exactly. Just hold you and look at you and breathe you in.

[ooc: bedtime.]

[Private to Ianto]

I miss you, Ianto.

God, I'm going to be gone for a week. I don't know how I'll make it without you that long.

[ooc: Goodnight]

[Private to Lorne]

That's that thing with Parrish, right? I suppose you bringing along one of the pictures Near sent you would be too awkward to explain.

I miss you too. And that's going to be a hard week.

[Private to Ianto]

I probably can't bring any of the pictures from Near, but Martha sent me a few that I might be able to get away with.

I suppose we'll have to make the most of these next few days. And we'll have lots of lost time to make up for when I get back.

[Private to Lorne]

She took some good ones. She'd say "think happy thoughts" to get me to smile so of course I thought of you.

So what shall we do for the next few days? Go on picnics, go dancing, look at the stars and talk of our dreams?

[Private to Ianto]

She also took some I'm pretty sure you didn't notice being taken. I'm particularly fond of the ones of you asleep.

Yes, yes, yes and yes. Can we do all that in three days?

[Private to Lorne]

Oh, God. She took pictures of me asleep? I don't know whether to be touched or creeped out.

I think we can. We're only limited by what we're willing to type, after all.

[Private to Ianto]

Well I, for one, am grateful. I put them on my nightstand. It's almost like you're sleeping next to me.

I'm willing to give it a shot if you are.

[Private to Lorne]

Well, I suppose I don't mind that much, then.

I am quite willing, though I'm not exactly sure how one types about dancing, now that I think about it.

[Private to Ianto]

We could type rhythmically, while listening to the same song.

[Private to Lorne]

*laughs* Oh, lord, we are the biggest nerds in the world, aren't we?

[Private to Ianto]

Actually, I believe this makes us the biggest nerds in two galaxies.

[Private to Lorne]

I love you, dork.

[Private to Ianto]

I love you too, geek.

[Private to Lorne]

Should I include a taped message in my next package, or would that trip a few wires? (And did you get those movies I sent you?) I could speak most of it in Welsh, but that would probably make the censor just get a translator.

[Private to Ianto]

I'd love that. It would be good to hear your voice. I suppose I could reciprocate as well.

I don't think you'd have any problems with the censors. They tend to care more about outgoing mail than incoming. (Yes, I did.)

[Private to Lorne]

Then I will do so.

All right, I'm going to say what's in my heart, then. And possibly translate it.

Possibly not.

(Good.)

[Private to Ianto]

You'll drive me crazy if you don't translate it, you know. I'll be forced to hunt down a linguist who speaks Welsh.